Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Just as Nyla was about to get up, Damon's hands gently pressed down on her shoulders.

"Don't move. Wait here," Damon instructed.

Meeting his firm gaze, Nyla bit her lip and instinctively nodded.

Damon patted her head with a smile. "Good girl."

Nyla was left speechless.

Damon worked quickly, and soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.

Nyla couldn't help but swallow as she headed to the kitchen. She hadn't eaten dinner and was now quite hungry.

Just as she reached the kitchen door, Damon emerged, carrying a plate of sandwiches.

"Why did you come over?" he asked.

Nyla was captivated by the sandwiches in his hand. It was a simple creation-vegetables and eggs topped with melted cheese. The green vegetables and crispy-edged fried eggs looked especially appetizing under the light.

Noticing that all her attention was on the sandwiches and she had completely ignored him, Damon couldn't help but smile. "Go get your cutlery."

At his words, Nyla quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed her cutlery, and returned to the table.

Uncle Damon,"

didn't correct her habitual way of addressing him and

she took a bite, her eyes involuntarily

"So delicious!" she exclaimed.

it

no sign of slowing

crumb behind. As she put

cooking was surprisingly good. She could easily

make simple things like

could respond, Damon's phone vibrated on the

call, and frowned slightly as

need to step out for a bit.

your back..." Nyla

be careful," he assured

hurried out, Nyla bit her lip, a trace of concern in her

Just as

it to heart. I support the idea of going abroad.

the screen, her face

stemmed from a fear of

Nyla was only her stepdaughter, and

with a simple "Okay" and then deleted